CHAPTER 986 THE THIRD HOLY EMPEROR

"By the way, how strong are you now?"

Darren knew that his avatar was strong, but he didn't know how strong.

If Darren were to ask his avatar to kill Yahya, his avatar would have to fight the god's soul. So, it was

imperative for him to know the avatar's real strength.

"I don't know." ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Darren was surprised to hear the avatar's answer.

"What? You don't know your strength?" Darren voiced his confusion.

Then, Darren thought of something and asked, "Avatar, when you came to this ancient sea, did you

lose your cultivation base because of the rule restrictions?"

When Darren entered this place, he lost his strength because the rule system was different here.

Therefore, he had to rebuild his cultivation base.

Now that the avatar had arrived, it was possible that he was facing the same situation.

But the avatar shook his head, which surprised Darren. This meant that his strength had not

diminished.

"Well, aren't you restricted by the rules?"

"No." The Rule Soul Avatar thought for a moment before explaining, "I have been practicing at the

source of rules for many years. Since I am already on par with rules, I won't be suppressed by any

rules. Therefore, even an ancient rule system cannot replace all the rule systems I have

comprehended."

Darren was too shocked to speak when he heard this. It was unbelievable that his avatar was on par

with the rules.

"To answer your earlier question, I don't know how strong I am, for I have been unable to find a worthy

rival on whom to test my power."

The avatar had been hiding at the source of rules. During this time, he robbed the rule of thunder

punishment, which the immortal had shot last time, and fought two body parts of the fiend. He had met

no other rivals.

The Rule Soul Avatar didn't dare to confront the immortal when he stole the rule of thunder

punishment. Since he had fled, he had not fought the immortal. When he battled the fiend, he didn't

exert his full strength. And so, he didn't know how powerful he could be at his peak strength.

"Well, I guess you have the strength to fight a holy emperor, right?" Darren asked.

The avatar was silent for a moment as he pondered over Darren's question. Then he said, "I can

almost fight the Dark Emperor if I exert all my strength."

"Good! Very good!" Darren was overjoyed.

Many years ago, Darren had witnessed the illusion of the battle between the Primitive Emperor and the

Dark Emperor. At that time, the Rule Soul Avatar had joined the battle after being condensed into a

Fake Immortal Character. As the Rule Soul Avatar knew the strength of the Dark Emperor, he had

compared his strength with the Dark Emperor's.

"Avatar, as you have strong Spirit Power, will you help me detect a person?" Darren asked.

"Where is he?"

Darren glanced and pointed to the northwest as that was the location of the ancestor of the Primitive

Tribe.

"There should be at least two holy emperors there. Detect what's happening there," Darren instructed.

"Okay."

The Rule Soul Avatar released his powerful Spirit Power to cover all the islands of this ancient sea.

After searching for a while, the Rule Soul Avatar's attention fell on an uninhabited island as space there

was violent and emitted a strong aura. He had already guessed that a battle between holy emperors

was raging on this uninhabited island.

The Rule Soul Avatar's Spirit Power arrived at that space windstorm.

Although the two holy emperors were unaware of the presence of this extremely powerful Spirit Power,

the god's soul inside Yahya's body discovered it immediately.

"What could it be? A strong warrior!"

The god's soul was shocked by the mighty Spirit Power that had suddenly arrived.

This Spirit Power was so powerful that he believed it belonged to an immortal.

However, after careful probing, relief coursed through the god's soul. This Spirit Power did not belong

to an immortal, and it had no law aura in it.

While martial arts cultivation forged warriors into gods, rule cultivation turned warriors into immortals!

The ultimate goal of every martial arts warrior and rule cultivator was to become gods and immortals. In

theory, the strength of warriors cultivating both paths was equal, so gods and immortals were at the

same level.

But only those who reached these realms would understand that each god or immortal was still

different in strength.

"Yahya, it seems that we have to face many difficulties this time. I sense the arrival of another powerful

holy emperor." The god's soul communicated this to Yahya as he wanted to escape this situation.

After all, a fight against three holy emperors for such a small amount of Dark Force would cost him

dearly. He would have to be insane even to attempt it!

"Master, why are there so many holy emperors?"

In fact, even in ancient times, only a few holy emperors existed. It was rare to see two holy emperors in

this sea area.

Now, three holy emperors had appeared all of a sudden. This shocked Yahya.

"Since I can't detect anything about him, I don't know where that holy emperor has come from. Let's

wait and see. As for the Dark Force, we can abandon the plan to get it for now."

"Okay, I understand."

Meanwhile, the old man and Talon continued to fight each other.

The old man looked like the God of War, but Talon appeared more powerful.

"Fighting me is pointless, master. I have only used forty percent of the Shura Force, and you're already

losing. It's futile to keep trying. Do you believe you can survive?"

Talon's dark red glow put considerable pressure on the old man. They had only collided a few times,

but the old man was already gravely injured.

The old man was dispirited. After all, he had used all his Primitive Fighting Force, but it was much

weaker than his opponent's fake Shura Force! No matter what skills he had, or what tricks he

employed, he couldn't kill this bastard at all.

"I will make you suffer even if it means my death!"

the old man roared. The thought that he couldn't kill Talon was driving him crazy.

Immediately after, a cyan octahedral crystal emerged above his head.

It was his Emperor Character! In the later ages, this was called a Fake God Character.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Deafening thuds echoed in the space as the enormous Primitive Fighting Force floated like an ocean of

shadows.

In a flash, the Primitive Fighting Force turned into cyan spears and was about to descend on Talon.

"In all these years, you have never tried so desperately to kill me. Well, I will let you die in the right way

today. I'll kill you using my Shura Force!"

Talon knew that the old man had released all of his Primitive Fighting Force.

After this battle, even if the old man won, he would not have the strength of a holy emperor for another

hundred thousand years. The victory would also cost him his realm!

But Talon was convinced that he would win as he didn't fear the enormous Primitive Fighting Force at

all. He was very confident in his Shura Force.

Clatter...

Dark red light fluctuated behind Talon like an ocean.

Meanwhile, the Rule Soul Avatar, who had witnessed the battle up to this point, narrated the events to

Darren, who was still at the Primitive Tribe.

"What?" Darren was both surprised and angry.

He was shocked that Talon from the Dark Tribe had mastered the fake Shura Force.

And what angered him was that the old man was on the verge of death.

"Avatar, how long will it take you to get there? Come with me to help the old man," Darren stated

decisively.